Horses and haylofts were the “norm” but that opportunity was
not theirs today. Slipping quietly past
eighteen she was no longer holding back.
Determined, he drove sweaty palmed out to just beyond the middle of
nowhere. They both worried if it was far
enough. Smiling, she nervously slipped
her stonewashed denim from beneath her wanting pale ivory thighs while whispering
for him to join her. He didn't need to
be told twice. Soon, backlit by American
storybook sun and wheat fields that stretched from here to tomorrow they began
discovering each other and the unknown deliciousness of lust.
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